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c’est la vie

word count: 1,763

genre: fluff !

synopsis: my thoughts on what txt would be like with an art student s/o ★ request

note: my roommate is an art student but they work on illustration and design and have art commissions for anime sooooo this is clearly not accurate :’0 sorry in advance !

soundtrack: when ur around by takayoshi

♥︎ SOOBIN

you don’t share the same major so when he learns about one of your assignments through a damn near masterpiece you’re creating he gets curious and is like “hold up… my partner’s an actual artist and they didn’t tell me?!?”

he knows you’re not very proud or loud of your work so he starts asking about your major but very gradually since he realizes he feels guilty for not having known enough before

soobin doesn’t want to make anything very sudden when it comes to showing u support and praise but u bet he’s always there when it comes to having ur art up at exhibits or at conventions to sell ur stuff, but gradually he brings you bouquets of flowers that get bigger and bigger and at some point u use up the flowers he gives u to make a display to show him the love he gives you but in a visual that makes him straight up BAWL but anyway

you always end ur explanations with “yeah but it’s nothing exciting” even to this day when he catches you in the middle of doing an assignment or anything on your ipad or on a canvas or in your sketch book

he never pries but he admires you so so so much he feels like he could explode 

when the conversation or time of day doesn’t revolve around school or work soobin never fails to quietly but tenderly let you know that while you may doubt your own work for its value he adores every single thing your mind and hands create and that your passion is so beautiful and he loves you

walks away casually or dozes off on your shoulder every single time like he didn’t drop such a confession

he loves water colors and painting and asks if you could teach him any skills which you do

your passion and skills have brought the two of you closer even if you’re from different worlds (majors) and soobin feels so lucky to have you in his life

♥︎ YEONJUN

makes a big deal about you and your passion and skills (but in his own “tamed” way since he used to be even more louder about his praise for you but he had to tone it down since you just get so shy) 

yeonjun makes it a point to kiss your hands and fingers, stretching them while your fingers are intertwined, he’ll massage them so casually while you’re having a conversation with each other or with the others

you’ve only mentioned your hands being sore ONCE but it seems he’s never forgotten

acts like you’re pregnant with the way he doesn’t let you use your fingers or hands too much when he’s around

“they’re too valuable, they should only be used for your masterpieces, can’t you see the infinite value you have?!” 

he gives you a kiss on the cheek and reminds you you’re doing a great job as much as he can because you’re your worst critic

if you’re feeling overwhelmed by the grading or how it looks like to you, he knows the tell tale signs and knows words won’t fix everything so he holds you very tight, rubbing ur tired shoulders, letting u cry to him, and even if it won’t do anything he’ll still try his best to whisper sweet reassurances and encouragements and tells u what he sees and his voice alone soothes u :( 

tells you that he wants to get a tattoo of one of your sketches or doodles and you’re like NO WTF and he doesn’t see why he wouldn’t or shouldn’t and ur like pls seriously ur going to regret it and hes like ugh fine and kisses you and just when you think he forgets about it…

one day you find one of your silly little doodles on his wrist and a smirk on his face…… 

♥︎ BEOMGYU

supports you like crazy, is so proud of you, he thinks so highly of your own major like you brought meaning to it

in his head he’s always like “god i wonder what my y/n must be up to, such a hard worker” in his internal monologues 

talks about you all the time when you’re not around, or to his friends, like everything reminds him of youuuuuu

you can see it in his eyes that he adores you and your passion and all the art you produce

but when he’s with you… you know half the time you’re going to get teased, every now and then joking about he has to turn in his simple coding and you have to turn in something that levels monet or renoir or vermeer 

or he’ll flip the roles and start joking about how you have to turn in a van gogh painting before a night out and he just finds it so funny (he knows what you do and that his jokes are so inaccurate but you let him have his fun)

“can you paint my face and make it look like i got in a bad fight but make it look like i won the fight”

he tells you he wants you to draw him or paint him and you’re shy about it because you’re worried you’ll make him look bad but he tells you he wishes to see how you see him and it could never be anything but beautiful 

beomgyu screams with joy and shows it the painting off to literally EVERYONE even to his family and if it makes you shy he REVELS IN IT — he enjoys making u flustered but besides all the pomp and frills, he kisses ur hands and quietly tells u how he feels about you and he’s got some strong feelings….

despite all the jokes, beomgyu always wants to show you his full support and love he feels for you because of how you show him your own

♥︎ TAEHYUN

“within reason” he is very very very proud of you and every single thing you do and create and when he says within reason he means he supports you a very normal amount (ironically bc he could literally talk about you and everything you do for DAYS straight)

you work tirelessly out of your ipad making art not only for your classes but for your commissions and art that you sell and of course taehyun is ALL over it

he appoints himself as ur manager, looking for platforms to place ur art on so more people can see it

he even wants to buy a cricut to put ur art on clothes and as stickers etc but one thing at a time, tyun, one thing at a time… 

he tried to even call local museums and universities that hold exhibits of art but ur like “babe pls :(“ and he lets up, deep apology with “i just want everyone to see u the way i see u and ur art” <3……

taehyun likes to watch you paint or draw and if you get shy from being watched, he’ll apologize for being so blatant about it and go back to his own readings and homework only to steal glances from afar (he is head over heels for you)

he brings his books and laptop to ur studio (after making sure he knows that u want him there with u) — brings u ur favorite food and drinks and dessert every time he comes over bc he knows u deserve it

taehyun learns ur body language so he knows when ur getting frustrated or when ur about to finish and he always opens his arms bc thats what you search for once u lift ur tired eyes from ur canvas or iPad

he plays with ur fingers and kisses ur head and tells you you’re doing so well and he apologizes bc his opinion may not be important since he isn’t ur professor or one of the greats but u reassure him that his opinion is just as important and that ur eternally grateful to have him in ur life and

he gets teary eyed and kisses you and tells you the same — he’ll never stop supporting you

♥︎ KAI

like soob, hyuka loves animation 

kai is a very soft person :( so when he notices you get stressed about a certain brush or detail or anything, he wants to fix it for you

he likes to take your mind off things by incorporating what you love to do (painting) with a much more relaxed environment 

that can go with distraction of snacks and sour candies and cuddles and cartoons or when you paint his face and he paints yours and its so unserious too

one time he brought one of his shirts to ur studio and ur like: ? and he shyly explains that he wants u to wear it to paint aka get it messy so he can always have a piece of u in this way.,f.,.emgkmrmbkmbm

he’ll let you play with his switch that’s covered with stickers of your art btw

you and kai will take turns using the coloring book for stress relief that’s on your ipad, whenever you do it, kai has his head perched on your shoulder and when you watch him do it, your cheek is on his bicep and sometimes he’ll choose to do a long one so you can nap off the stress

gives u a quick kiss but sometimes he presses too hard and it jolts u up and knocks u awake which startles him and his cheekies get red 

“what are we drawing today” he asks with his head on ur shoulder and you turn to give him a kissie 

“you, actually” you tease just to get a rise out of him but in actuality, you decide to abandon your project and draw him and he’s very hesitant about it but he still lets u, he’s just red

bc of his shyness, you vouch for a rough doodle with exaggerated hearts and cartoonish vibes that make him exhale when he sees it — he can’t help but smile very hard and there’s tears in his eyes 

he just hugs you when you give it to him and you will find that picture hung up in his room next time u go in there :’)

[yandere-sins]

Aaaand it’s a wrap guys!!! Thank you all for sticking around for Sintember and giving the prompts lots of love! And thank you @sintember for creating a wonderful, creative prompt list which had amazing gems on it! This blog is going back to regular content now but it was a delight to participate in this challenge ♥

Fandom: Original Content   Pairings: Yandere x GN!Reader Warnings: Yandere, Gagging, Cuffing with chains, Abuse, Mistreatment, Unwanted affection/touches, Punishments, Heavy Trauma, Suicide mention, Kidnapping, Stockholm Syndrom

Prompt: @sintember Free Day Friday: True Freedom - Write anything you want! Anything.

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It had been years now.

When it happened, it was the worst thing anyone could imagine. Chained and gagged, you spent your miserable days in a dark basement, only the owner of the house you were kept in able to turn the light on. Every day when he returned home, he’d bring you upstairs to bathe, eat, and watch television together. Even at night, he kept you by his side, cuddled you, and whispered your name in his sleep reverently. The chains remained. Always.

But where this was your everyday life, there were days when things would not go so peacefully. He’d hit you and punish you, make you beg for your life with a knife pressed to your throat. You’d be forced to your knees, fulfilling his fantasy, and call him disgusting nicknames that still made bile rise into your mouth. He was as moody as he was sweet and caring. Kind even. Always ordering the food you liked and letting you have the softer pillow to sleep on. But in the morning, he’d always drag you back down into the basement to stay there alone.

It was a love of convenience, and you were only convenient when he was home and had you all to himself. You learned more about your captor the longer it went on, but those memories were fading. Not so much the dark, angry glares he had after angering him or the smothering confessions of love while he touched you against your will. Those still haunted your nightmares and woke you up covered in sweat.

But it was all in the past now.

Eventually, someone found you. It had been almost unreal to see another face again after so long, a maintenance man having stopped by unannounced and finding you crying and clearly in distress. It had been an absolute coincidence; had your captor known, he probably would have arranged it in a way you wouldn’t have been found. To this day, you wrote ‘Thank you!’ cards every Christmas to the guy that freed you.

You couldn’t even be a witness in court, but it wasn’t necessary. Together with your therapist and your finally reunited family, you watched the court session take place, clutching their hands as if your dear life depended on it. Him being sentenced for his crime, strangely enough, didn’t make you burst out in tears then and there. But the moment you stepped away from the TV, your whole body collapsed, the relief unleashing the bottled-up emotions.

It took a long time to see the fruits of your recovery. You couldn’t leave your home, seeing your captor in every man that passed by. Panic attacks were more common to you than hugs with your family members. As you recovered from even the simplest things, your life was still on hold—just like for the year and half you were kidnapped. Eating, bathing, sleeping—you had to relearn everything. Even with your therapist’s help, those were constant reminders of him. The worst was the rattling of chains, be it from a vehicle or keys. You’d instantly cower in a corner, wheezing.

No, it wasn’t easy to relearn true normality. You wanted to, desperately, but it was met with more shame than peace. When you passed a man with his aftershave on your rare walks, you still froze up and remembered when you’d apply it on him. He’d give you the bottle, trusting you with his eyes closed and looking so normal. As if you were meant to help each other like this. And even though you flinched when you touched yourself, caressing a spot he liked to grab or kiss, you always came face to face with the memory of him whispering your name into your ear. Telling you, you were his one and only. That he loved you to the moon and back. That you were the best thing to ever happen to him.

It was inexplicable how you could still remember these moments almost fondly, just because those were the times he treated you as equal, loved, and gentle. With no fear connected to it. But even when your therapist told you it was typical to feel this way, all you could feel was shame. Shame that after all he did, you still put him on a pedestal like that. As if he hadn’t been horrifying enough. As if his love hadn’t been a sick excuse for the abuse he put you through.

But somehow, you got through it all. You started to heal, slowly. There were times you were still overwhelmed, but even more, you were happy again and made more memories. You even flirted once! But nothing came of it since you decided you weren’t ready for that amount of trust and vulnerability again. You were still too scared to be used and mistreated; it was better to focus on yourself for the time being.

Who knew if things would have ever really changed. Even with the small accomplishments, the moving forward, you weren’t sure if you could ever recover from the trauma. Perhaps you had to accept that your freedom would always be a little screwed now. Better than that stinky basement, though. You even got to go to your favorite coffee shop again, all by yourself, and enjoy their seasonal assortment. Things were getting better, very, very slowly.

But as fate would have it, your life wasn’t supposed to get better.

Ever.

While waiting for your coffee, you looked at your phone, realizing you had missed calls and texts asking where you were. It was strange for your family to make a fuss, considering it had been you who fussed about most things. It made you smile just a little as you opened the messenger, replying to your sister.

>> You have to come home asap!

<< Why? What’s wrong?

>> He was released from prison today!

You were about to reply to ask what she meant, your brain not working fast enough when the barista called out your name, and you looked up, reaching for the coffee she held out. Another hand brushed yours aside, taking it from her with a chipper, “Thank you!” while the second hand looped around yours, squeezing it tightly.

The smell of familiar aftershave wafted into your nose, and you froze, just like you had for the last couple of times you smelled it. Your vision began to shake as you forced yourself to look at the man standing next to you, his face thrown in shadows by the baseball cap he was wearing, but his features still looked the same. He seemed too healthy to be out of prison, yet, more muscular than you remembered him. Stronger. More capable.

He turned to you, a smile so full of joy it must have hurt, curling on his lips and his eyes softening as he looked at you. He brought up your intertwined hands, kissing yours longingly. “I missed you,” he mumbled against your knuckles, smothering your hand in more kisses. “I missed you so much it made me want to kill myself.”

With a sigh, he lowered your hands again, holding out your coffee to you, your body accepting his gift just like it had all these years before. “Only the thought of seeing you again kept me alive, and now, finally…”

Tugging softly on your hand, you made an instinctive step forward. Suddenly you weren’t the person on the road to recovery anymore. Suddenly you were the same person he kidnapped, chained, and trained to follow his every step, every move, and every wish. Your whole therapy seemed to collapse into itself as you felt no inch stronger, wiser, or able to resist than before.

“Let’s go home, okay?” he said. Nonchalantly, unbothered of the past between you. The years that had passed or the changes that happened.

Just like that, all your freedom vanished before your eyes, your voice silenced with a kiss as you wanted to scream.

And you wondered how long it would take this time for everything to repeat itself.